Am I ever worth it
I can't take it anymore
Once I started I couldn't stop
The blood
The burning feeling
The relief
Niteen more new scars
Now I have
176 scars total I believe
Some from me
Some from others
I don't think I can take it anymore
I just want to leave
Someone just kill me while I am weak
I can't do it myself
I just wish....the blood wouldn't have stopped pouring out .
YOU ARE READING
The Never Ending Battle
PoesíaThis is yet again another one of my books filled with poems. On love and abuse and pain and things like that. It is a trigger for emotion so read at your own risk. Okay? okay.
